Can't look at the world the way I did before,Can't ignore they've all mutated into materialisticparasitesCan't forget the pictures I saw on televisionCan't close my eyes on this abstract spectrumTomorrow I'll be goneForcing them to support without askingImprisoned in factories for a lifetimeReasons are becoming meaninglessOptimism leaves the bitter taste of hopelessnessTomorrow I'll be gone